“Raven Steals the Salmon” / Benjamin Rozonoyer
Raven will step behind the little Tlingit-knit blind. Whenever his beak is open sufficiently to place hope in, when he swings his wings into motion, we wonder about the ocean. Whenever he opens his beak, hopping along the beach, is the beginning of speech. ~ ~ ~ The Beaver is a Believer in salmon seen in a river. His river is full of salmon, enough for mankind to have one. (To halve one if not to have one.) Beaver the whittler-Builder watches through curtain-filter, unable to slip a word in edgewise behind his curtain: The salmon, the sun, the winter, metaphysically certain, Raven rolls up in a cylinder. ~ ~ ~ Sea we swam on, mountains topped with snow — Roe in salmon, salmon in a row.
All poetry: Copyright 2023 by Benjamin Rozonoyer. All rights reserved.
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